Because we are all Monks and our place of work is a seminary, our work a sacrament, our family a monastery, our home a sanctuary;
may we learn what they are teaching us without believing God is elsewhere...

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Fearfully, Wonderfully Made

Truly you have formed my in- most being; you knit me in my mother's womb.I give you thanks that I am fearfully, wonderfully made; wonderful are your works.My soul also you knew full well;nor was my frame unknown to youWhen I was made in secret, when I was fashioned in the depths of the earth.

Psalm 139: 13-15

For My Son On His 22nd Birthday

You standing at the window draped in light angling rainbows across shadowed walls.

How so tall now when you were only just coming through-- refracting in the splintering sapphires of your eyes the light of Christ

who knew you before you were being perfectly made in our imperfection--

ebbing you through the currents of my womb-- carrying you out into deeper waters of love-- through colors that have no names and ones we cannot see.